We entered a large department store, and I mustered up enough courage
to address the young woman who stood behind the counter that displayed
the largest assortment of women's garments.

"I want a complete outfit for--for this lady," I stammered. "Enough
for,"--I hesitated again--"a two weeks' journey."

The young woman smiled in a very pleasant way, and two others, who were
near enough to have overheard, turned and smiled also.

"Bermuda or Niagara Falls?" asked the young woman.

"I beg your pardon?" I inquired, conscious that my face was
insufferably hot.

"If you are taking _madame_ to Bermuda she will naturally require
cooler clothing than if you are taking her to Niagara Falls," the young
woman explained, looking at me with benevolent patience. And seeing
that I was wholly disconcerted she added:

"Perhaps _madame_ might prefer to make her own selection."

As I stood in the centre of the store, apparently a stumbling block to
every shopper, Jacqueline flitted here and there, until a comfortable
assortment of parcels was accumulated upon the counter.

"Where shall I send them, _madame_?" inquired the saleswoman.

There was a suit-case to be bought, so I had them transferred to the
trunk and leather-goods department, where I bought a neat sole-leather